The silver-haired old man had already been frightened by Yan Zhi's shocking combo, he had lived for more than 70 years, and he had never seen anyone with such lightning speed, just a few blinks of an eye, eight German soldiers fell to the ground without dying of dead and wounded, wailing all over the ground.

And the girl known as Monroe was even more frightened by Yan Zhi's domineering killing, her face was pale, hiding behind her grandfather, her teeth involuntarily bit an index finger, her whole body trembled, and her big blue eyes were full of surprise and joy.

Ever since the battle broke out here, their grandfather and grandson had been hiding, not even daring to look out the window, for fear of attracting the attention of the warring soldiers on both sides and causing death.

Although World War II was cancelled and the warring sides tried their best to avoid harming innocent people, the artillery fire was relentless, and no one could guarantee that innocent people would not be harmed.

After saying this, Yan Zhi felt that he was about to lose his breath, his chest was stuffy and he almost wanted to vomit blood, dizzy, his body was shaking and he was about to fall, the time when he chased and killed the German major general ran and sprinted with all his strength, and killed eight German soldiers in an instant, his physical strength was completely exhausted, almost to the point of running out of oil and lamps.

Hearing Yan Zhi tell him to kill the seven German soldiers lying on the ground, the silver-haired old man came back to his senses, his shotgun killed countless prey, but never killed people, you must know that killing people and killing animals are completely different things, at this time, looking at the seven German soldiers lying in the blood plasma on the ground wailing, his hands trembled, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

Monroe saw Yan Zhi kneeling on one knee on the ground, his face was pale and shaky, and he knew that his body was exhausted, so he hurriedly leaned against the wall to hide from the German soldiers who fell to the ground, walked to Yan Zhi's side, and supported him from behind.

This soldier, who claimed to be from an ancient civilization in the East, knelt on one knee and was as resolute as a statue, which made her suddenly have a sense of admiration for civilized and ancient China.

The German soldier who was kicked by Yan Zhi and shattered his kneecap was holding his knees, rolling on the ground and screaming.

He knew that his leg would be useless from now on, his kneecaps were all broken, and he was kicked into pieces by the Hades in front of him, and he could never repair it.

In the midst of the rolling, he saw all his companions fall to the ground, some of them died tragically, some fainted, and some wailed loudly.

When he heard that the self-proclaimed Allied officer of Hades had asked the silver-haired old man to kill several of his own people, he panicked even more, and the desire to survive made him grit his teeth and endure great pain, crawling towards a rifle not far away.

He could see that the officer who called himself the king of Hades was on one knee, tired and out of strength, and he also saw that the silver-haired old man was strong and did not dare to kill, this was his best opportunity, as long as he got the gun, he could shoot the king of Hades in the east with one shot, not only to avenge himself, but also to make great contributions.

Yan Zhi watched as the German soldier crawled towards a rifle, but he couldn't do anything about it. He was exhausted at this time, and he did not fall, and if he had endured to kill the German soldier who had lost one leg, he might be churning with blood and vomiting blood, and then faint from serious injuries.

But the silver-haired old man had obviously never killed anyone, and he was very old, and he was so frightened that he could not recover for a moment in the face of the German soldiers who were covered in blood and wailing for the dead and wounded.

Yan Zhi could only take a big breath, hoping that he could recover a little physical strength as soon as possible, kill all the German soldiers first, and solve the crisis in front of him, but due to too much consumption, his limbs were as weak as a sponge, and he didn't obey the call.

Yan Zhi's heart was sinking, since the crossing, he had never encountered such a crisis today.

"Grandpa!" Monroe saw the crisis and shouted, "Don't let that German soldier get his gun." ”

But the silver-haired old man's hands trembled so badly that his lips were pale, and although he heard his granddaughter's reminder, he couldn't listen to his legs and hands, so he could only stand in place and tremble.

Yan Zhi had experienced a hundred battles, and he could see that the silver-haired old man had spasms in his body due to excessive tension and panic, like an athlete cramping, and the silver-haired old man's face had turned from pale to flushed, which might be a heart attacker.

Yan Zhi was ruthless, and decided to make a desperate bet when necessary, biting the tip of his tongue and bleeding himself, to ensure that when he forcibly killed the enemy, he would not pass out because of the churning of qi and blood.

The German soldier, whose kneecaps had been shattered, gritted his teeth and crawled towards the rifle in great pain, and just as he was in ecstasy with his fingers on the hilt, a kick suddenly came to him and kicked the rifle off his fingertips.

It turned out that at the last moment, Monroe let go of the hand holding Yan Zhi, stood up and ran over, and kicked away the rifle that the German soldier was about to grab.

Monroe knew that if the other party got the gun, his grandfather and grandson and the officer of the ancient Eastern civilization would have to die.

After she kicked the rifle away, her instep ached, and she couldn't help but scream, holding the corner with her hands behind her back, looking at the German soldier who was glaring at her with hatred in her eyes, she was scared for a while, and looked at Yan Zhi with her eyes, pinning her hopes on him.

Seeing Monroe bravely kick forward and fly away the rifle that the German soldier was about to hold at the moment of crisis, Yan Zhi was overjoyed, but suddenly felt a chill coming from the back of his left heart, blowing up the hairs all over his body, and at this moment, he knew that a sharp blade was attacking his left back heart.

Between the lightning and flint, Yan Zhi could only let go of his right hand holding his knee to prevent him from falling, and his body fell to the right, avoiding the vital point in his heart, but the other party's knife was still inserted into his left shoulder, and a heart-piercing pain came, and then the other party pulled out the knife and plunged it into his neck.

It turned out that the German soldier who was hit by Yan Zhi's elbow and broke several sternums and screamed on the ground in pain saw an opportunity, endured the pain, pulled out a bayonet from his waist, and gritted his teeth and plunged into Yan Zhi's left heart.

Although Yan Zhi moved his body to the right to avoid the vital point, he was still stabbed in the shoulder by the German soldier's bayonet.

The German devil was overjoyed when he hit the blow, took out his bayonet, chased after Yan Zhi and inserted it into his throat, he naturally knew that if he couldn't kill this eastern lord of Yama, several of his own people would have to die.

Plasma gushed out from the wound on Yan Zhi's shoulder and was bled out, which made Yan Zhi, who was on the verge of coma, awake instantly.

Yan Zhi's heart was extremely deprived of oxygen due to too much consumption, and he was almost suffocated by the pressure of the backflow of blood.

When the German devil pulled out the bayonet and wanted to continue to mend the knife, the plasma that pressed Yan Zhi's heart gushed out along the wound, relieving the pressure on his heart.

The huge pain made Yan Zhi instantly sober up and react quickly, his whole body fell backwards, his left foot raised, and with a "click", he kicked off the German soldier's arm.

"Ah......h

In the midst of the German soldier's screams, Yan Zhi picked up the bayonet he let go of and fell with his right hand, and shot out like lightning, inserting it into the neck of the German soldier who was furious because Monroe kicked his rifle away, gritted his teeth, and hugged Monroe's leg.

Yan Zhi was half-lying on the ground, with a side kick in his right leg, and the clean kick seriously injured the German devil in his left shoulder.

"Smack!"

At the same time as the skull of the German soldier was shattered, the neck bone was also broken by the powerful kick, and the two eyeballs were full of blood, protruding from the eye sockets, spitting blood from the mouth, and falling to the ground with blood in the nostrils, and convulsing constantly.

Blood is constantly gushing out from the wound, which reduces the pain of Yan Zhi's wound and can condense a little vitality.

Yan Zhi staggered to his feet, pulled out his pistol, and shot every German soldier in the head, he knew that he was carrying it all with this breath, once this breath was released, it would be difficult for him to stand up again, so he had to kill the killer and shoot all these German soldiers to prevent future troubles.